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Clutching on to the back of Zachary’s shoulders, Marley could feel her nails begin to sink into his skin. She was already tightening around his cock, and their slow penetration gave her the feeling like it wasn’t enough. She needed more or at least a faster pace.

Cole’s hand ran from her hip, over her stomach, coming to a rest over the beginning of her folds. Shifting his hand, she felt the pressure applied to her clit. In a circular motion, he teased her. She leaned back against his chest, resting her face on the junction of his neck and shoulder.

“Zachary, replace the bond you and Marley have.”

She looked toward her husband, but Cole reached underneath her head and held her face so his lips came down on hers. Shifting, they both moved deeper inside of her, triggering the most powerful orgasm she ever felt. The slight pain of teeth sinking into her shoulder combined with the pleasure of her release prolonged her orgasm until she moved at her own velocity against them. As soon as she thought she was done, she was blindsided again.

Opening her heavy eyes, she looked at glow emanating from her husband. He was breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath. With one last deep thrust from him and Cole they pulled out of her, shooting their warm cum across her back and stomach.

Marley couldn’t think, couldn’t even see straight. Her teeth were literally vibrating, and she couldn’t swallow. But overall, she knew she never remembered feeling more blissful in all of her life.

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She barely noticed Cole picking her up and carrying her to the shower. Nestling deeper into his chest, she laughed at her husband tickling her foot from behind them.

“Are you happy?” Zachary asked, stepping into the large marble shower with them.

“Can you read my mind any better?”

He smiled down brightly at them while Cole cradled her in his arms from the small bench resting in the shower.

“I can, and you are. I don’t think happy even describes the way you’re feeling. It feels very comforting to have you back with me. So what now, Mrs. Zevgolis?”

Marley laughed. “Now we live happily ever after and find someone for Kylie.” The smile left his face. Even Cole tensed behind her. “What? Why can’t we find your sister a mate?”

“It’s a long story. One that would probably take all night. Just know that she won’t do it. She’ll not look for a mate. I’ve already tried, trust me.”

“Well, we have all night, and I want to hear. You may have given up, but I’ve just started. I’ll find Kylie a mate, even if I have to project and look myself.”

The guys laughed at her and shook their heads. “God help us, Zach. The woman never gives up once she gets something in her head. Your sister doesn’t stand a chance.”

“You may be right. Leave it up to our Marley to complicate things the moment they start running smoothly.”

Her eyes grew wide, and she didn’t hesitate. She grabbed the washrag Cole grabbed for them on the way in and threw it at his chest. “I resent that statement, Zachary. You take it back.”

The deep tone of his laugh echoed through the enclosed area.

“Oh, I’ll take it back all right. Come here.”

He swiftly picked her up out of Cole’s arms and held her while he started tickling her. Marley tried to scream past the laughter, but with the way she was being cradled in his arms she couldn’t get down.

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“Take it back!” She yelled, laughing. Her body was sliding in his arms, but he was too quick. She couldn’t wiggle her way out of his grasp. It seemed ingesting her blood had made him a lot more powerful than his previous state.

“I told you I would. Hell, what do you think I’m doing?”

“Cole, you better help me.”

He laughed and raised his hands in the air, surrendering. “I’d love to, dear, but what he’s doing looks so much more fun.”

“Traitor!” Marley said in a burst of giggles. “Enough tickling.

Truce until we get back to the bed.”

“Oh yeah,” Zachary said, pausing his hand to look at her.

She watched him look from her to Cole. Following his gaze, she noticed their playful mood was quickly taking a turn.

“Now I like that idea a lot better,” Cole said, huskily.

Heat ignited her body at the thought of what they had all just done. It felt amazing and completely different than what she was used to with them. Suddenly, she wanted more. She wanted them again.

No one hesitated. They quickly washed and got out. The moment they all emerged from the bathroom a knock sounded at the door.

“Marley, is Cole in here?”

Her jaw slightly parted. “Josephine can’t be serious. That twit has the worst timing,” she hissed under her breath.

“I think we already talked about manners. Are we going to have to punish you after all?” Zachary asked, raising his eyebrow at her.

Walking to the door in her towel, Marley stopped and smiled at him. “Bring it on if you think you can handle me.”

She watched as they both grinned at her mischievously, crossing their large arms over their chests. “Oh, we can handle you, my dear.

But can you handle us?” Cole asked, dropping his towel to the floor.

Marley couldn’t swallow against the dryness that reestablished itself in her mouth. Forgetting about the door, she walked slowly toward them, captivated. They were hers, forever. She said the only thing that would register in her foggy mind.

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“Let’s find out.”

THE END

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

I live in a small Texas town along the Gulf of Mexico. Family is everything to me. My mother always encouraged my reading growing up. Looking back, my earliest memories revolve around my grandmother, who was always glued to a book. Her passion for mystery is probably the reason I'm so comfortable around a police scanner. Hers was on twenty-four hours a day.

When I'm not writing, cooking, or brainstorming new ideas, you'll see me with a book in my hand. Briefly before I started writing, I was devouring a romance novel every day. For some reason, I couldn't get enough. My husband asked me the question that ultimately changed my life forever. "Why don't you try writing a book?"

At first, I laughed. Write a book? Who, me? Never written a story in my life, I was intimidated. To satisfy my husband and to sate the curiosity that began to fester inside of me, I did. My first story was my husband's favorite. There was something that ultimately bothered me about it, though. I couldn't write a love scene to save my life. Not one that would fit inside of a "romance" book, anyway. It was way too graphic.

After doing research I came across the erotica genre and knew this is where I belonged. Details are important and with my books, the more details during their "coupling", the better.

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